Legends of Dominance - 12
Legends of Dominance - 11 by Mistress Michelle Peters et al. and posted with permission (All information herein is provided by author) Legends of Dominance Article Index |
Mistress Natasha
Mistress Natasha of New York City was a highly respected and very successful dominatrix and fetish fantasy specialist during the 1980s and early '90s. In 1985 DJ shot a wonderful series of black-and-white fetish photos of this fascinating woman at her Manhattan apartment. Knowing DJ as we do, of course these photos featured Natasha in her favorite boots! As an added bonus, DJ dug into his archives for old, sepia-tone photos of Natasha as a young fetish model in the 1950s posing in stilettos and shoulder-length kid gloves for famous fetish media pioneer, Irving Klaw!
Mistress Nicole
- Encounter with Elegance
- By Mistress Nicole
- From Underfoot Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 4, 1986
The above photo is of Mistress Nicole of Boston, it was Mistress Nicole and Lady Chrystral that ran the Loft at 50 Watts St, ( 2 nd floor ) off Sixth Ave, two blocks north of Canal St in New York City
I had been working as a shoe salesman for several months as it was the only job I could find after graduating college. Times were tough, with the recession causing company layoffs to be featured in the newspaper almost on a daily basis. I guess I was fortunate as my new job offered me steady employment while classmates were still pounding the pavement searching for jobs.
Since Shoe Fair was open six days a week, I usually could earn a few additional dollars working late Friday and half a day on Saturday. I was working on Sunday morning when I met the lady that would change my life.
It had been snowing since early morning and the streets were covered with a good three inches of the white powder, causing business to be very slow. In fact, I expected the manager to send me home as there had been no customers for over two hours and she was always looking for a way to cut down on expenses to obtain her year-end bonus. 1 was actually reading a newspaper in boredom when the door to the store opened and the cold draft of air caught my attention.
As she entered the store, she radiated elegance, dressed in a double-breasted white coat that came down to cover part of her off-white boots. A scarf was wrapped around her neck and inserted into her coat and a matching white, wide-brim hat only allowed me to see her dangling earrings and the tip of her nose and lips from a distance. As she moved into the store, she gently pulled off her white gloves and placed both into one hand. Walking over to the customer chairs, she sat down and turning towards me said, in a voice that was as much a demand as a request, "I would like to see sf pair of the leather pleated fan pumps in white that you hove on sale."
"Yes, mam," 3 replied, walking over to where she sat and requesting her to permit me to remove one of her boots to measure her shoe size. As I glanced at her, she appeared to be in her mid-thirties and her skin was so smooth that if it wasn't for her voice and poise, she could easily be quite younger.
As I knelt on the floor and unzipped her left boot, I felt a sensation I had never realized before. Her leg was magnificently shaped, with such beautiful stocking-encased toes that I wanted to touch them instead of simply removing her boot and requesting her to stand on the measuring device. When she stood up and placed her foot in the size ruler, I placed the length and width measuring devices against her foot and inadvertently touched her. My hand lingered there for a moment and I felt a surge of electricity flow through me. Suddenly I felt my organ becoming erect and my embarrassment caused me to retract my hand at once from her foot.
"Young man, are you going to get a pair of pumps in my size or do you intend to stay here all day and play with my foot?" she asked in a soft whisper.
"Yes, uh no, what I mean is I'll look for a size 8 medium right now," I replied, obviously embarrassed about the situation.
After a few minutes in the back room of the store, I located the appropriate pair and returned to place I one shoe on her foot.
"I would obviously like to walk with the pair, young man." "Of course," I replied, bending down again to remove her other boot. As I was unzipping her right boot, she slowly spread her legs apart, exposing more of her beautiful legs to my view. When I looked up, her eyes were directly focused upon me and I could feel myself becoming beet red with embarrassment.
"Yes, I'll take this pair, however, I have more shopping this morning. Since your sign says strive to provide the best customer service, I provide you with my address and you may them at 6 P.M. today."
Before I could protest, she had given me a dollar bill and told me to keep the change as removed a gold pen and wrote her address.
Williams, apartment 12C the note read, listing premier residential tower in the city for her "Yes, Mrs. Williams, I'll deliver them at 6 sharp."
As she put m her gloves and rebuttoned her coat and turned to exit the store, I mndered exactly what had gotten myself into. Walking to the door to hold it open for her, she turned to me and said, "it's Miss Williams, and don't be late."
"Yes, mam," I replied and observed her walk to the corner where she hailed a cab. After closing the store at 5 P.M., I packaged the shoe in a bag and walked the few blocks to the address she gave me. The doorman was expecting me, calling up to Miss Williams that I had arrived and telling me to take the elevator on the left to the 12th floor.
"Which way do I turn?" I asked the doorman.
"It doesn't matter, she has the entire floor of three units, but look for apartment C which is the main entrance, it's to the left after you step off the elevator," he replied. When I rang the buzzer, I had to wait for several minutes. Finally, I heard her voice saying, "Be there soon," and then the door opened. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was dressed in a silk white blouse that was tucked into a knee-high black leather skirt. White double stitched riding boots came up to slightly under her knees, with her black stockings visible for a small portion of the area between her skirt and her boots. Her arms were encased in elbow-length gloves that were like gloves I had seen on music video shows ....... her fingertips protruded out of each hand.
"Here are your shoes, mam," I told her and started to leave. Just then she pulled on my jacket and stopped me cold in my tracks.
"It would be rude of you to just deliver my shoes and run, besides, how do I know they're the same ones I bought and you didn't get some packages mixed up?"
Before I could reply, she told me to take off my coat and placed it on a hanger in her hall closet. Then she had me follow her to her den, where she sat down on a couch and extended her feet.
"You know, I never even asked your name. What is it?" she asked.
"It's Paul, mum," I replied.
"Well, Paul, don't you think you should remove my boots so I can try on the shoes again and make sure they're the correct ones."
"Yes, main," I replied and bent down before her; unzipping her boots.
I had slid each boot off her feet very carefully and had reached into the bag to pull out the pumps she had purchased. Removing the shoe box, I took out one shoe and in my rush to put it on her foot inadvertently pushed the back into her heel.
"Ouch! That hurt, Paul," she said as she pulled her foot away from me.
"I'm sorry, mam, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I'm sure you didn't. Why don't you massage my foot to make it better."
Extending her foot towards me, I dropped the shoe I was holding and started to gently massage her foot. "Oh, that feels so good, Paul. Keep on doing that," she said me, with her voice becoming harsher, like an order. As I kept on rubbing her foot, I started to get excited and my maleness became quite visible through my trousers.
"Why Paul, I can see you're enjoying this. No wonder you work in a shoe store."
"Oh, no, mam," I started to reply when Miss Williams took her other foot and placed it in my crotch, using her toe to massage my organ through my trousers.
"Don't be silly, young man. I could tell from the moment I met you that you would be a good foot servant and perhaps much more. Now, don't be afraid, you may take my left foot and kiss my toes. I know you desire to do so, so let's make no pretense of it."
I couldn't believe my ears, but she was ever so right. I slowly lifted her foot to my mouth and started to worship it with little kisses. As I was unsure of what to do, she proffered both guidance and direction, first slowly pushing her toes into my mouth and then instructing me to suck her heel and ankle. As I did so, her perfume filled my nostrils and I felt captivated by what I was doing. After about fifteen minutes of worshiping first one foot and then the other, she said, "Now it's time to let you worship more of me." After saying this, she proceeded to spread her legs apart and picked up the front of her leather skirt, exposing a brief expanse of tanned flesh on both legs between her nylon stockings and the garter belt she wore. I was shocked, for she wore no panties and I could vividly see her mound and the fuzzy hair that covered the lips of her love nest.
"I want you to proceed with your tongue up my leg until you reach the tip of my stockings. Then I want you to kiss and lick my inner thighs, however, you are to go no further unless I tell you to do so. Do you understand, young man?" she asked, with her voice again more of a command than a request.
"Yes, mam," I replied, following her orders explicitly. As my tongue darted up her stocking-encased leg, I could feel my organ swelling with desire. By the time I reached her inner thigh, I was crazy with desire, licking and kissing her flesh as her feminine scene permeated my nostrils. As my tongue paid homage to her sweet flesh, I felt her pull her leather skirt downward until it covered my head, creating a sensation I had never experienced before. I was engulfed in darkness, with the scent of leather and her female fragrance all at once pungent and overwhelming to me.
"Now young man, I want to test your obedience. I want you to stay perfectly still with just the tip of your tongue resting on the entrance to my vaginal lips while I catch up on my reading. I do not want you to move from your present position nor are you to disturb me."
As I remained in a trance under her skirt, I could hear the turning of pages and remembered that a magazine was on the couch when she sat down. I felt that I was trapped for while it might have been a simple feat for me to remove my head from under her skirt, her fragrance and the scent of her leather skirt would not permit me to move. In effect, I was her captive!
Although it seemed like hours, in reality my head remained between her legs for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, with the tip of my tongue just touching the entrance of her love nest. Oh, was I ever excited, with my organ swelling beyond belief.
Suddenly, I heard Miss Williams place the magazine down and felt her hands reach behind my skirt-encased head, grasping the back of my neck.
"You are an obedient young man and for such obedience, you deserve a reward," she said, suddenly lifting her skirt to expose my head, with the tip of my tongue still placed exactly at the entrance to her love nest as she had I thought that she was to let me lick her most private area, or perhaps she might even let me make love to her. "Unzip yourself, go ahead, do it now, but do not move your tongue one iota," she ordered, placing her foot back on the floor.
"Come on now, I don't have time for foolishness. Take out your organ so I can see it!"
Responding to her command, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my penis, which due to its hardness, was quite difficult to pull through my underwear.
"That's better, young man. Now stay perfectly still while I reward you."
As I remained motionless, I felt her again move her leg, no, both legs so my face was locked in a vise while the toes of her feet wrapped themselves around my manhood. I couldn't believe it, she was masturbating me with her feet. Oh, did it feel good, with her nylon-encased toes gently rubbing up and down my organ. Suddenly my entire body started to becorr stiff and my cock was throbbing for I was on the verge of dimming.
"Stand up!" she ordered, realizing that a few more strokes and my semen would be squirting all over her carpet.
As I stood up with my elongated organ sticking out of my fly, she got off the couch and placed one hand over my cock, grabbing it like it was a door knob.
"Follow me!" she ordered, dragging me by my cock toward the bookcase that was on the opposite side of the room. As I followed, she continued pulling me by my cock until I was next to the bookcase.
"This will do," she said, gently lifting the top off a Scandinavian crystal decanter. Before I could realize what she was going to do, she had placed the tip of my penis into the decanter and started gently stroking my penis with her other hand, running her fingertips up and down the length of my organ. Once again my body became stiff as the blood surged into my penis. As she continued her stroking motion, I started to whimper in pleasure, finally squirting my semen in her decanter when my body exploded in passion.
"Very good, young man, you had quite a load. Would you like to rest a few minutes and give me another sample or must you go home?"
Needless to say, I was shocked for I could not imagine why she wanted my semen and told her so.
"How old do you think I am?" she asked.
"Uh, thirty-five, perhaps," I replied.
"Not quite. I will be fifty-seven next week and the secret te my youth is in the semen of young men." inviting me to sit on the floor and massage her feet while she sat on the couch. Miss Williams explained that she was Dr., Williams, a research chemist. Several years ago she had analyzed the semen from a young man and extracted several types of proteins and hormones that she used to develop a mixed compound. Not only did the compound prevent aging, it had actually reversed the process, making her loose approximately ten years during each of the years she had used the compound she developed. Of course, the key to the compound was in the semen from young males.
"When I noticed you in the store, I said to myself that you would be a perfect replacement for Ralph. Ralph was my butler for the last two years as well as my semen supplier. Unfortunately, a few weeks ago Ralph got careless crossing 33rd Street and was killed when a truck continued through a yellow light.
"When I noticed your fascination with my feet and bow your organ became aroused, it was obvious you would be controllable. The only doubt I had was the quantity of cum you could furnish and your ejaculation removed any doubts about that. Now, this is what I propose. You will receive room and board in my apartment and can continue working at the shoe store during the day, however, in the evening and on weekends you will be my servant. In return for permitting me to masturbate you, I will allow you to massage, kiss and lick my toes, feet and legs. Upon occasion, if I am in an extremely good mood, I may even allow you to lick my pussy. However, to do so is a privilege you will have to earn by obeying my orders explicitly. Well, young man, are you willing to become my butler'?"
"Uh," I started to say when she rapidly raised her skirt again and pulling me by my ears, forced my face into her crotch. With her legs spread apart, my nose was buried in the entrance of her vagina and her fragrance once again permeated my nostrils. Her feminine smell once again started to arouse me and I felt my penis growing again.
Doing as ordered, I proceeded to open her lips wider and darted my tongue into her Love canal. The moment my tongue came into contact with her inside flesh, her juices had a narcotic effect on me, making the blood surge through my entire body and putting me in a sexual state of frenzy. Oh, did I went to continue, however, in an instant she had pulled my head away as my tongue involuntarily attempted to continue to access her flesh.
"Please, please let me continue," I begged as she sat on the couch and looked down at me, seeing the state of frenzy I was in.
"Perhaps later, but first you must decide if you will be my butler. Remember, as my butler, every once in awhile you can earn the privilege of servicing my pussy."
"Yes, I will be your butler," I replied, knowing that the only way I could satisfy my craving for licking that wonderful pussy was to be her semen source.
"Very good, that's a wise decision. Now come with me and get dressed for your new position," she said, getting off the couch and walking into another room of her apartment. - Following her into a bedroom, I noticed a tuxedo lying on the bed.
"Put this on and don't forget to remove your briefs," she ordered.
As I undressed, I thought her command was strange until I slipped the trouser on and realized that the entire pants crouch was missing, making my balls and penis most visible.
"It's a good fit. I thought you were Ralph's size when I saw you in the store. In case you're wondering about the pants, 4ts my design to enable me to tell when you're ready for milking. After all, I wouldn't want to miss a chance to obtain additional semen, would I?"
As I finished dressing the doorbell rang. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let my visitor in as if you were the butler," she ordered, "I can't greet someone like this," I started to protest, when all of a sudden she slapped me wickedly across my face.
"You do what's expected of a servant. Now go and let our guest in."
Opening the door, I was surprised to see another elegantly dressed woman, wrapped in a full-length mink. As I asked her to come in, she reached out and if my balls and cock in one swift motion, her leather gloves chilling my exposed privates.
"Well, well, Greta, I see you didn't waste any time m finding a replacement for Ralph. This one is hung pretty good, how is his load?"
"I knew you would be stopping by for your treatment, Sharon, so I decided to find another cow to milk to assure you that I would have a steady source of semen. As you can see, Paul is well hung and his cum is fine for extraction into my rejuvenation formula. Paul, take Miss Davis' coat and join us in the den. And bring the decanter from the bookshelf. I'm sure Sharon would like to view a sample extraction of your load capability."
Hanging up the mink coat, 1 took the decanter from the bookshelf and proceeded to the den where I found both ladies sitting on the couch.
"Watch this," Miss Williams said to her guest, spreading her legs and lifting her skirt. As she did so, my mouth involuntarily began to drool and my penis began to rise with excitement.
"One long lick was enough to get him addicted. Isn't that right, Paul? Wouldn't you do anything for another lick?" she asked, gently spreading her legs further apart so I could see the pink pussy lips. As I viewed her I couldn't help but drop to my knees and move my head towards her love nest, my tongue darting out, attempting to make contact with her juices that I craved.
"Enough, no one gave you permission to lick me. Perhaps if you furnish us with another load of cum I'll let you taste me, however, first let's milk you and see you produce. Now stand up and move next to Sharon who will do the honors."
Walking next to Sharon, I stood about a foot from the couch as she reached out and began to stroke my enlarged organ.
"How many loads do you think we can get a day?"
she asked Miss Williams as she gently stroked my organ.
"I'm not sure, perhaps half a dozen. Anything more and he will be blue balled and his protein content will be too low to be useful. For now, we will start with three and build up if it becomes necessary," Miss Williams replied.
As they continued to discuss my sperm as if I didn't exist, my body again became stiff and Sharon grabbed the decanter and put the tip of my penis into it as my load of cum shot out.
"You're right, Greta, it looks like an excellent Quantity. You could probably extract enough for two days worth of pills for one member of our groups. If our group continues to grow, we will either have to increase the number of milkings or get another source. What we really need is a mechanical engineer to join our group so we can do away with manual masturbation and milk Paul automatically."
"With him so hooked on my pussy juice, all I need is to spread my legs and order him to jerk himself off.
However, if we eventually go nationwide, we may have to purchase a farm to place our cows. Then we will obviously need a series of cum extraction machines as well as an automated plant to refine the cum into the rejuvenation pills I developed."
As I stood there at the foot of the couch with my limp dick exposed, I realized that I was their possession, nothing more than a source of row material for their rejuvenation formula. It really didn't matter, for all I now wanted in life was the ability to service Miss Williams with my tongue.
"Come here and let me use your balls" Miss Williams ordered.
As I moved closer to the couch, she placed her hand under my scrotum and gently felt my balls, commenting to her friend that I was hung well enough to consider more than three milkings per day.
"It's amazing that my formula not only reverses the aging process, but in addition results in a vaginal secretion that's highly addictive, better than the effect of any drug. Based upon its effect on Ralph and Paul, I believe we can eventually reduce every male to a dedicated servant. In fact, I intend to use this young man not only as a semen source but to test my theory that our pussy juice addiction can totally control the male species."
Continuing talking to Sharon, Miss Williams inserted her index finger into her pussy. After a few seconds, she withdrew her finger, placing it under my nose. The smell of her pussy juice again overwhelmed me, forcing me to l"ose what little control I might have had as my tongue darted out to lick her finger. Quickly withdrawing her finger before I could place my tongue on it, she slapped me across my face with her other hand.
"How dare you attempt to lick my finger without permission!"
"But," I started to whimper, when she again slapped me and ordered me to masturbate myself. "Give me another semen sample now, you cow!"
she ordered. Picking up the decanter and jerking myself off in front of these two women, I was totally humiliated. As I stroked myself. Miss Williams placed her pussy-covered finger again under my nose and told me that if I could shoot two loads into the decanter in the next five minutes, she would let me suck her finger. With the smell of her pussy under my nostrils, I could think of nothing other than licking her finger. My cock was sore as hell, but I continued jerking off, no matter how raw it got. I was her servant and my only thought was to please her so I could lick her pussy juice.
--Compiled by Mistress Michelle and slave english
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